[{"node":{"title":"Hanna148","Collections":"Part Two","Contributor":"Linen Hall Library","Coverage":"1951","Creator":"Linen Hall Library","Date":"Thursday, April 7, 2016","Format":"TIFF","Identifier":"Hanna148","Item Description":"Manuscript","Keywords":"Andrew, Cough","Language":"English","Path":"https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/content/hanna148","Publisher":"Linen Hall Library","Relation":"Linen Hall Library","Rights":"Attribution-NonCommercial-ShareAlike CC BY-NC-SA","Scanned image":{"src":"https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/sites/default/files/Hanna148_0.jpg","alt":""},"Source":"LHL Archive","Transcript":"\ufeff142\n\nChapter Eleven\n\nBy slow degrees the boy Andrew learned to walk. He was over\nfourteen months old before he made his first stumbling Journey, one\nSunday afternoon, from the hands of his mother over a good three yards\nof the kitchen floor to the safe haven between Frank\u2019s knees. Hamilton\nwas brought up from the parlour by the excited and gleeful laughter, and\nthe three adults squatted round the child as he sat on his creepy stool.\n\"Again, son, again,\" pleaded Sarah, holding up a muscatel raisin. But\nthe child sat gazing at his pink feet in solemn wonder. He was raised\nup and unleashed a dozen times from the hands of his mother or the men.\n\nAll possible combinations of propulsion and attraction were tried but\nAndrew walked no more that day. The next day, at the midday meal, he\nclambered down from his high chair and went staggering after the dog.\nHalfway across he lost his balance, spun round slowly and sat. down on\nthe tiles. From then on, his progress was speedy and each day saw him\nventure further and further from the hearth until his tiny figure,\ndressed in shawl and petticoats, was to be seen daily among the dogs,\npigeons and fowl that inhabited the close.\n\nOne night Sarah was awakened by the coughing of the boy. Rising,\nshe lighted a candle, and crossed over to his cradle. Shading the candle\nwith her hand she looked down into the face of her son. He lay on his\nback and as she bent over him his mouth gathered into an 0, and a cough,\nfollowed by a peculiar indrawn whoop shook him violently. Then he was\nseized by a paroxysm of coughing until he lay weak and trembling, a\nskein of spittle on his cheek.\n","Type":"Text"}}]